Senior Superstar

With the end of the plot of the fifth act, the netizens in the comment area who were just attracted by the plot and even forgot to post the barrage became active again.

"Yu Wenshan is afraid to run away."

"No, when Liyuanxing was discussing, he announced that the family class will participate in the performance. Now that the apprentices are dismissed, it is obvious that he wants to carry everything alone."

"Well, if this is the end, then I accept it. For a person who is disheartened and whose beliefs have been trampled on repeatedly, the last time he can be regarded as protecting the people in the family-making class. After Lai Xiaoyue, he did A thing that makes me feel at ease. Alas”

"In fact, the disbandment of the family class is a good thing for Yu Wenshan. This character tragically fulfilled Master's last wish and took up the burden of the family class. The identity of the class leader overshadowed Yu Wenshan's ego. The old class leader Yu Wenshan's death is a reflection of the low social status of Peking opera actors in that era. And this lowliness was also put on Yu Wenshan's head along with the burden, and everything after that was caused by the name of the head of the family troupe."

Amidst the discussion, the progress bar of the finale video, which lasted no less than 30 minutes, was already halfway through.

The plot has entered the last part of the whole play;

Shortly after dismissing the family-making class, the "art performance" organized by Yamamoto began.

The venue of the show was decided to be Huihui Building - this place where Yamamoto used to visit and was humiliated by Lai Xiaoyue.

The Huihui Building, which has gone through decades of wind and frost, has been renovated a lot in order to welcome this performance. The facade of the entire theater building has been repainted, even some old pillars have been painted with tung oil, which looks extra bright.

Some passers-by secretly shook their heads when they saw the majestic Huihui Building.

Something like a dog.

But these words just flashed in my heart, there is no way, there are too many dogs now. There are no eggs under the nest, this big city of Sijiu is now headed by the Japanese, if people want to live, they must first learn how to be a dog.

There is a sea of ​​dogs, mountains and dogs on the street.

Countless people who came voluntarily or were forced by the puppet government took to the streets holding multicolored paper flags and Japanese flags. In front of the rifles of the puppet army and Japanese soldiers, they waved and shouted like walking corpses.

Amid the slogans of "China-Japan Friendship, East Asia Co-Prosperity", several cars flying the puppet government and Japanese plaster flags slowly stopped in front of Huihui Building.

Under the guidance of Yamamoto, Matsui Taijiro, the head of the Peking Secret Service, several high-ranking officials of the puppet government and the loyal gentry, stood in front of the Huihui Building.

After the new owners of Peking gave speeches in turn, they shook hands with each other in front of the cameras of the reporters.

Accompanied by the shouts of the Japanese soldiers "onboard" and the dull response of the "crowd", the spotlight of the camera illuminated the facade of the Huihui Building.

"Chief Changsong, please!"

As the organizer of this feast, after the political show ended, Yamamoto led his immediate boss into the Huihui Building.

"Yamamoto-kun, I remember that you came to Beiping after the establishment of the Jidong Autonomous Government. At that time, it seems that you also went to this theater to listen to the play? And that scene seemed to make you unhappy?"

Sitting in the box facing the stage in the theater building, looking at the obedient people below, Changsong smiled slightly and turned his gaze to Yamamoto who stood beside him.

"Thanks to Director Changsong's attention!" After bowing slightly, Yamamoto smiled: "That's right, at that time, on this stage, a girl sang a play called "Beating the Drum and Fighting the Golden Mountain". The play tells the story of Liang Hongyu, a strange woman from the Song Dynasty in China, who fought against the gold, and the golden soldiers in the play reflect our Great Japanese Empire. It makes me very embarrassed."

"Oh?" Chang Song raised his eyebrows: "Then Yamamoto-kun, revisiting the old place, how do you feel today?"

Faced with the officer's questioning, Yamamoto smiled more and more kindly, but narrowed his long and narrow eyes.

"It's not so much about mood as it is about state of mind. Chang Song-sang, at that time our Great Japanese Empire still needed to hibernate to store up our strength. Facing the ridicule of a lowly actor, I could only choose to endure for the sake of the overall situation. Now the imperial army is directly attacking Huanglong With a little effort, he took the five-hundred-year-old capital of China under his feet. With the bravery of airplanes, cannons, tanks and imperial soldiers, he will show off the might of the emperor!"

Speaking of this, Yamamoto waved his hand, pointed to those gentry officials holding red sun flags, and straightened his waist involuntarily.

"When I come back here again, all I can see are obedient citizens who surrendered to our empire. When I think of all the past, I can only feel happy!"

"The pleasure of a conqueror. I don't know what drama will happen today?"

On the side, Chang Song raised the corners of his mouth.

"Come on!"

"Hayi! Taijun."

A man stood next to Yamamoto. He was tall, but his waist was bent like a prawn: "What order?"

"What kind of play is arranged for today's performance?"

"According to what Taisun Yamamoto said before, they are all festive dramas! There are Da Shengkui's "Drunken Concubine", "Dragon and Phoenix Showing Prosperity", "Flower Field Wrong", oh yes, and Mr. Yu's "General and Prime Minister" are all Famous actors of every family!"

"Very good." Yamamoto's gaze skipped over the man and drifted to the stage.

In a trance, a heroic figure of a girl dressed in swords and horses appeared.

"Is there a performance in the family class?"

"Yes, Majesty, yes."

"What game?"

"The first match is!"

"Mr. Lai Xiaoyue?"

"No, it's Yu Wenshan."

"Yu Wenshan? Why isn't it Lai Xiaoyue?"

"Your Majesty doesn't know that Yu Wenshan of this family-making class can be passed on by Yu Pai, but since he became the leader of the class, he hasn't been on stage much. You can inquire about the family-making class Xiao Yuehong, Lai Xiaoyue, and Yu Chengyun. Many people have heard of the play of the three famous actors, but it is the first time that Boss Yu has sung on stage! Boss Yu specially arranged for the first play, Majesty, you are blessed!"

Dangdang, choke!

While speaking, a gong sounded on the stage.

"Taijun, the show is on."

Taking a deep breath, Yamamoto waved his hand irritably.

Vaguely, he felt that something was wrong.

A few opening rales made the theater instantly quiet down. Amidst the suppressed coughing and discussion of the obedient people, a figure swayed out from the stage.

This man was wearing a short jacket, with funny ingots painted on his face, his eyes were the size of peas, he was wearing a green leather cap, he was holding a lantern in his hand, and he was holding a gong in his hand—it seemed like the sound of the gong just now. , which he knocked out himself.

"Yo!"

The clown stepped onto the stage drunk, and seemed quite surprised to see the people sitting quietly under the stage.

"Why are there so many people?"

No one answered him.

In the silence, the buffoon covered his ears with his hands;

"What? You ask me why I carry a lantern in broad daylight?"

"Hey! This world is too dark, you can see clearly with a lantern!"

As the buffoon answered and asked himself, Yamamoto in the box on the second floor frowned, "Is this Yu Wenshan?"

No one answered him, the man who was waiting in front of and behind him just now disappeared without a trace.

And the clown on the stage had already wobbled to the center of the stage with a lantern in his hand, and after a pair of small bean-like eyes swept over everyone in the audience, he spoke.

Without Jinghu and bangu, the clown's tone seemed quite comical.

"Looking up at the sky during the day, the sky is dark and dark.

Look at this country, the country is difficult and upside down.

You see, this land of Beijing and Tianjin is no longer the Chinese way,

Talk and complain, cry and howl.

Looking at the sales of the king of Nanjing, see the high beacon fire in the north.

After listening to the phoenix son and dragon grandson, I can see that the old country and mountains are completely torn apart, and the court is in jeopardy.

The copper camel weeps, the golden crow has no tadpoles in the setting sun, who is left to pay tribute to the desolation. "

Clang!

With a high-pitched sound, the clown vigorously struck the gong in his hand.

With a squabble that sounded like gold and iron horses, all the Chinese in the theater shed white sweat on the back of their necks!

Something is going to happen, something big is going to happen!

In the box on the second floor, he frowned and carefully discerned the meaning of the grotesque singing, Yamamoto's eyes widened.

Regardless of Chang Song's black face, he quickly pointed to the guard behind him: "Quick! Drive him out!"

Before he could issue an order, the clown played by Yu Wenshan on the stage let out a long laugh.

"It's dark, it's too dark. Ladies and gentlemen, let's shine brightly today!"

call!

The lantern in his hand hit the curtain behind the stage.

The curtain seemed to be stained with kerosene, and it caught fire when it saw the fire. In a few breaths, the whole theater building was already illuminated by the raging fire!

"Chief Changsong, let's go! This man is crazy!"

call!

While speaking, several flames lit up around the courtyard of the theater building again.

"Exit, hurry up and seize the exit!"

Seeing the fire engulfing the theater building with unusual speed, Yamamoto took out the pistol in his waist and commanded the guards to attack the gate of the theater building.

Click!

The bolt of the solid wood door clanged and fell.

A man who stood up straight again stood firmly in front of the door.

"Boss Yu, after much deliberation, I can't let you be an ugly one in this scene, I have to support you!"

Amidst the screams and panic, the embarrassed Yamamoto was stunned.

Seeing the figure in the firelight turning around like a slave just now, and then seeing the upright and proud face of that figure at this time.

His face with smile lines twisted.

"Baga!"

Snapped!

The Nanfang pistol did not jam this time, and a bullet passed through the raging flames and entered Boss Liu's stomach.

"That's it?"

"Grandma!"

With a roar, Boss Liu hung tightly on the door bolt.

A dozen or so Japanese soldiers with rifles rushed forward, their bright bayonets stained with streaks of red.

Until the fire burned through half of the door panel, and the beams stained with tung oil fell down and knocked down piles of gentry and pseudo-government officials like headless flies, until the blood stained the threshold and was evaporated by the scorching fire. The hand that was tightly holding the door bolt was released.

On the stage covered with flames, watching the gate collapse with a burst of chants outside the door, and the clown on the stage whose oil paint has been washed away by sweat and tears, he smiled wistfully.

On the street, seeing that the Huihui building of Nuoda was engulfed in flames in an instant, the crowd was already boiling!

No matter how the Japanese army and the puppet army shouted, everyone could no longer restrain the blood that ignited with the fire.

That is at this time.

In the flames, there was a burst of babbling singing.

"Tan Lang Temple is still in Yan Chu's dangerous hall and still laughing, I will pour cold blood into hot blood.

No worries, no soul, no anger.

Half drunk and half awake, he knocked on the iron plate.

Sing a new song, you know

No~ too, flat, tune, wow! "

Amidst the crackling of the fire, Yamamoto suddenly turned his head when he heard the infinitely sad words.

At this time, Yamamoto had lost his former gentlemanly demeanor. His hat had fallen somewhere, and half of his smooth and well-fitting oily head had been removed by the fire. It was full of smoke and sweat and grease from baking.

"Baga, Keke. Baga, Baga Yalou!"

With a roar of fear, Yamamoto staggered to the door where the fire was coming out, and grabbed the rifle of the soldier beside him.

Snapped!

stuck.

Snapped!

Yamamoto, who was completely dominated by anger and fear, did not care if he missed the target, and poured out all the 38 bullets on the bayonet that were still stained with blood one by one.

A sound of gunshots silenced the cheering crowd on the street.

"Knives, guns, swords and halberds line up."

In this silence, a long and gentle libretto exploded like a ghost.

"Baga, who is it? Who is singing?!"

At the gate of the theater building that was about to collapse, Yamamoto pointed the empty rifle at the crowd.

"Five-color flags stand in the air!"

Among the crowd, a tearful girl stared fixedly at the blood-red bayonet and rounded it for emphasis.

"That girl, catch her for me!"

Following Yamamoto's order, a group of Japanese soldiers rushed towards the crowd like tigers.

"People and horses are walking around the mountain!"

But immediately, a group of passers-by with bright eyes and clenched teeth, shouted the libretto, and blocked the Japanese soldiers.

One after another, people threw away the colorful flags in their hands and gathered together.

"I saw a few holding double-ringed halberds, and saw a few holding general hammers."

"It's not surprising to see a few holding Xuanhua axes and a few weapons."

More and more people, with tone-deaf accents, joined in this swan song.

"Could it be that there is a war in some country? Could it be that Chong Er raised the soldiers?

Could it be that Mianshan should be washed? Could it be that you are visiting me, Jie Zitui? "

The bursts of sound made more than a hundred Japanese present, including Changsong and Yamamoto, terrified.

"Jie Zitui! I have never earned fame for selfish desires, and I have never been jealous of virtuous people.

I have never dumped the country indiscriminately, and I have never betrayed the Lord and secretly cooperated with the enemy!

I also made an oath to the sky that I would never hang purple clothes in court.

After watching it, I was angry, and my bad breath was lifted up.

Let you search and wash, sit firmly on Mianshan, I will never move! "

Amidst the waves of thousands of people gathering, amidst the panic of the Japanese and the panic of the puppet government officials, the building that had been engulfed by the fire collapsed.

As the burning plaque of the Huihui building fell to the ground, a burst of flames burst out.

"Ling", which has been serialized for a whole month, is officially over!

Dou Shou, Beep Station, Chadou.

Among the three technique platforms, there was silence.

No one expected that the end of Yu Wenshan and the marriage class would be so tragic and magnificent!

PS: I wrote more than 2,000 words yesterday, but I thought that I would be scolded and cut off chapters when I posted it, so I saved up a big one, and posted the main film of "Ling" together after the plot is over, a chapter of more than 4,000 words, please A monthly pass is not too much!